Life long

I watch a musician I love talk about the process of writing his new album. He makes references to old things and old bands that I understand. I don’t listen to much of what he used to do anymore, and, in that sense, I feel like I’ve grown up with him. He grew out of writing that music, and I grew out of listening to it. Like friends, we’ve changed together.

It feels like we have a commitment to each other. He will continue to love writing his music and I will continue to love listening to it. It’s comfortable.